
OK the play. No I won't write a review, because really I can't I will only tell hat I saw and what I felt... It was a bit like going back in time, my friend is a friend whom I have known since high-school, he was my best friend, my "buddy". I was black, lonely and read... yes... Sartre. So today I saw Les Mains Sales (Dirty Hands) by
Sartre . Directed By Tarkan Köroglu. Last fall I saw Cyrano also directed by Tarkan Köroglu with my sister and we loved it, where almost swept off our feet... This time Again I was mesmerized. Yes it was a long play and yes it was Sartre, thus being heavy, his dialogs brilliant and snappy, his monologs almost boring because in them he wants to explain his theories... even so, the play was slow, almost too slow, but something happened a kind of, it was like a "betoverende cadans" it's hard to explain (grrr just found out I left my D-E dictionaries in the old house, only took the E-D with me... Stupid!)
Ah! "Enchanting cadans/rhythm" came over everything. The "design" of the play was clean and cool, emptiness, cool clean clothing, cool clean actors, the lightning like a movie, the music wonderful '40's music, one of my favourites. Clean everything clean, even the smoking was clean, but the story... how can you stay clean when choosing between two bad things? When being in politics? Can anybody stay clean? I don't know; I don't know what "clean" people are. Now I am getting long myself, I can’t really say why, but I loved the play, I loved the “cleanness” I loved the “look” I loved the “feel” Maybe most of all, I loved the loneliness…
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